Poems and images: Nat Hall

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Colourful world.

On either side of the mountain,
ice melts, rock hangs,
dam, water falls.
Deep in the U of the valley,
a porch, a key,
white plume of smoke.
A blended scent of peat & salt
so close & far from the ocean,
spiders tip-toe on varnished boards…
Piled up books sleep under thin dust –
cold ashes fill your coal bucket.
Wood chips tangled in sheepskin rugs,
like secret love in a locket;
your fingerprints
on every switch, tap,
bannister, pot and handles.
Your favourite painting on the wall…
Palette of petals in a vase,
everlasting dripping
of wax beyond our Moon & Orion –
caught in a net framed for our dreams,
your universe through one keyhole.

Breadline Britain

Let’s share our scraps with the real world.

Ruby sunrise on silver tray;
layers of crystals on grass blades,
yughurt pots filled with lard and seeds
to help starlings sing at breakfast.

Robin, blackbird & jenny wren,
the must-have toys as Christmas gifts!

Miles of heather,
frozen crowberries, black gemstones,
soon find their way in your pockets;